One to remember....
Well at this point I am totally shattered, I hurt everywhere, we are in Lamington National Park, I have just done an 18km walk which the last 6.5km we decided to run. “RUN” I said “I am battling to walk and you want me to run” Rod must have been inspired by Commando Steve from The Biggest Looser show who has been running a boot camp up here at Binna Burra in the Lamington NP. He is much better looking in person then on TV.
Anyway let me back track as I have missed a few interesting stops like Byron Bay the most easterly part of Australia. The home of the Bong, The Thong, and The Sarong. We hit the town ready to take on the world, but not much was happening at “Cheeky Monkey’s” no wet T-Shirt competitions or dancing on the tables which is not how I remember the joint. The last trip I did there with Martin Dinger to the Blues and Roots Festival it was a different story. (By the way when are we all going to the Blues and Roots Festival tickets are going on sale now. It might be good for next year anyone interested?) Anyway we went to Station Pub chatted to a few non locals as everyone in Byron Bay is a visitor and then hit the sack. The next day we rode to the lighthouse which was a 400m climb, I thought I was going to die when I reach the top, however riding down with the wind in my face was in exhilarating experience. As you know Byron Bay is a bit “arty farty” and people are always demonstrating skills like the talented seagull on the beach, you can tell he is not a MacDonald’s junkie he has style and technique. We finished off the night at the “Owl and Pussy” watching the State of Origin with topless waitresses which made the game all the more interesting for Rod.
The next day we went to Nimbin maybe I should skip that part.......Mmmmmmm no I will go there. You have to be high on something to even fathom the place. We went out on Friday night and there were 2 places open, a “Hemp Bar” and the local pub. Rod took one look at the “Hemp Bar” and continued walking, almost running! I grabbed him and said “one drink”. We walked into this long narrow shop with a few tables down the one side, some stoned guy on a guitar who looked like his bed was on the pavement outside, strangely enough he could sing and play pretty well. I somehow don’t think that he was the paid entertainment. So I go up to the counter to order a drink and they only serve tea, coffee and hot chocolate with a cookie or a cake. Well we opted for the hot chocolates without the cake and cookies as we were in a Hemp Bar after all, the state where everyone makes their money from pot in one form or another. We were there for about an hour an after one hour of passive smoking we decided that this strong feeling in our head was most likely coming from our location so we should probably move as we did not want to join other paranoid people on the street and have to sleep there as we can’t find our way home. Who knows we may never leave...LOL. So we left and went to the pub which was a grand mix of people from your hippie 70 old grandma dancing like no one was watching or the dreadlock crazy guy singing like no one was listening or even the grandpa in a denim skirt dressed like no one could see him. We decided that after one drink at the pub it was time to head home. The band was the sanest looking people we had seen in the last 24hours and none of them were under 50. All in all it was an amazing time and we will always have a little of Nimbin with us ............. I made a duvet cover that was what I meant.
Anyway which brings us back to our current location but on the way up we caught up with our Russian friend Ivan, Rod got his glider out dusted off the cobwebs and had a fly at Mt Tambourine, but we have reach our destination Lamington National Park where good clean air and beautiful walks and runs are a must, and oh don’t forget the gorgeous Commando Steve..........
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